We’ve just received a hot tip off the wire that the Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte is about to take the big fall.
Most Australians probably aren’t familiar with the Filipino Big Boss’s name, but if I tell you that he’s the bloke who has sanctioned all those extra-judicial shootings and executed alleged drug dealers to be murdered as they stand without the benefit of a charge, trial or conviction you’ll know exactly who I’m talking about.
They reckon Rodrigo’s killed about 10 000 drug pushers. My sources tell me that it’s at least double that and more, and that not too many of them are actually profiteers from the evil life-destroying trade. Quite to the contrary in fact, the bullet ridden corpses were in the main the people who wanted to wipe out the drug trade, and knew exactly who the kingpin among the traffickers is, was and remains.
President Duterte is the evil f*cker’s name.
The executioner is not the good guy.
Here’s lookin’ at you kid. But not for too much longer.
He’s the Mister Big, and all of a sudden after he ordered the state-sanctioned murder of a popular good gut, anti-drugs campaigner and big city Mayor named Reynaldo Parojinog every boxing fan in the land of Manny knows it.
Today Duterte will almost certainly declare martial law.
When he does there will be mass demonstrations on the streets, and government forces will mow the demonstrators down with state supplied machine guns. Civil war will erupt in the wake of the unlawful and utterly lawless wholesale execution of innocents, most of them justice loving young students, and before too long at all the Filipino police force will flip sides and there will be a violent coup.
It’s all Duterte’s own fault too.
Not because he and his son Paulo were running the main drug syndicate in the country and importing huge quantities of what they call Shabu and we know as Ice. American allies Asia over have been doing that for half a century and it’s the expected and required thing. Men in charge of nations simply have to agree to share the love and everything is always sweet.
What a man in charge cannot do however is to get greedy and hold out, and then attempt to re-route the primary Silk Road methamphetamine supply road away from the US-controlled Golden Triangle and straight in the direction of the ‘Communists’ who control the incredibly profitably narcotics precursor trade in mainland China.
But that’s exactly what Duerto has dared to try and do, and now the stupid f*cker’s deader that a Danny Nikolic mount that’s blown from evens to 11-2, and a whole lot deader again, and if he thinks for a second that in the geopolitical powder keg of a nuked up and ready to go North Korea his new-found trading partners are going to haul him out of his self-created mire, he’d better think again.
If he has time to that is, because right at this moment the the Filipino President is a dead man walking, and if you thought the Romanov slaughter by the Bolshevik’s was brutal, well b-b-b-b-baby you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
Duterte’s only hope of escaping a coup fired bullet or seventeen delivered direct to the brain is to jump on a really fast-flying Chinese Government private jet plane right here, right now, and without delay. With luck he might be able to save some of his family too, but his favorite son Paulo won’t be among the fleeing mob.
Paulo has to be the one to pay the price for his father’s ill-fated f*ck up, and not a soul outside his family will shed a tear for his loss. Who in the world likes multi-tonne meth importers whose lust for loot is going to end up killing their kids?
The big question is though this: will the Chinese send him a fast plane to speed away on?Is there enough in it for them to take the US free trade agreement immolation risk? If they do, will the mass-murderous prick Duerto be smart enough to run full-speed up the plane’s stairs and fly the f*ck out of Manila and as far away as he possibly can? Will the Americans allow him to, or will they pump him full of lead the minute he steps foot on the tarmac?
I guess we’re about to find out.
If anyone wants to give me evens about the CIA coming out on top in this bout I’m prepared to mortgage the Geebung Polo Club to place the bloody bet.